Hiker — Computer Painting by kenne
Boots stir the trail dust
the morning you know,
shadows fashion the ground
soon to be abandoned.
She leads us into the,
a hiking we will go.
Others follow her shadows
bright sunlight in their eyes,
the trail edges glow
a sun lit boardwalk.
In this land of the past
Spanish wagons kept coming
building a place of worship
near the Santa Cruz,
Tumacácori up river
from Nogales — I believe.
This is my new land
in the land of old
where hiking
is my past time.
Is this world real,
or a reflection of dreams
on the shadow side
of nature’s spirit
not blind to the worth
of this wonderful gift.
— kenne
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